I was feeling burned out (burnt out?) on this blogging stuff Monday, but feel pretty ok about sneaking a shitty, ill-conceived post right up your big fat reader today. Lucky you, right?
My desire to blog vacillates from day to day. I hate it incredibly one day but feel giddy to want to post something the next. I’m not giddy right now, but I’ve been giddy to post something before. That’s normally when I post a royal piece of shit about nothing, like this one you’re reading here.
I think Monday I didn’t feel like posting something new or doing much of anything because I had a promotional test on my mind. Like a dumbass, I decided at the last minute to participate so that I wouldn’t feel guilty about bitching about something that I didn’t even take part in, because I’m mature like that. It’s a typical government entity test that’s meant to be “fair” for everybody. By fair, it’s meant to give stupid people a chance to get promoted over more qualified and better suited applicants so that your local police or fire or whatever city department is as much a clusterfucked stereotype as you’ve come to expect as a tax paying citizen.
I completely fucked it up because my brain went ahead and disregarded everything I’d told it to retain and replaced it with funny cat memes that I’ve seen on the internets over the last few months.
How could I possibly retain an outline of all the brilliant probing questions and follow up suggestions I meant to discuss during a subordinate role playing exercise when this crap pops into my head?
Or this crap?
Thank you, Arden, for your cat related distractions causing me to test so poorly that they almost made me turn in my gun and badge because “special” people shouldn’t be carrying guns. I was eventually able to prove to the powers that be that I am most certainly not special and they’ve agreed to let me be for now.
Aside from random cat memes popping into my brain, I’d also forgotten to bring a watch to my timed tests as well as the glasses that I now rely on and had placed on the nightstand five inches from my fucking pillow the night before so that I wouldn’t forget them when I woke up. I normally keep them on the kitchen island near my other crap but had them in the bedroom so I could find my wife’s vag….haha! No, that’s nasty. So that I could read a little bit and not forget them in the morning. Whelp, I forgot ’em!!
It’s over with though, and that’s a good thing. I’ll get ’em next time I’m sure!!
While walking back to my office though, I saw this:
Well, of course I had no fucking idea until I saw it this morning.
It’s the courthouse in downtown St. Louis.
The courthouse that I’ve literally walked in and out of hundreds and hundreds of times in my recent life. I’ve probably seen it thousands of times.
Didn’t have a clue what it was though.
Maybe I should go turn in this gun after all.